This pair is a tribute to everyone's favorite: the trench-coated, chain-smoking, hard-boiled film noir detective. You know him - he's got that look that's a bit cynical and a bit amused. He's hiding it under that fedora obscuring his face. He's got that office door with the frosted glass. It's just slightly ajar, waiting for the next desperate beauty to come in, pleading for help and telling her sob story. She'll be blonde, a real knockout in a blood red dress. He'll be cold to her at first, making clever, cagey remarks. She'll cry. Three scenes later, they'll be in love. What were we talking about again? Right, glasses. These are glasses fit for a Bogart- and come on, praise doesn't get any higher than that.